This is a song about "Mercedes cars"

Dreams of giant mansions, diamonds chains, 8 or 9 cars,

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

While in the distance i hear passing cars

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

When bret hart meet brett farve

Run away from the cars...

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

Then me and ur girl be in a mercedes/

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars